If Gou Baopu were here, he might really carry out a malicious takeover and extort money privately.
The smiling businessman and the mysterious man are in the same business. They don't want to do anything too extreme, so they deliberately use silence to buy time and wait for the other party to make a decision.
For a long time, the statue remained motionless, and the smiling businessman raised his eyebrows… Was he planning to pretend until the end?
After all this hassle, it was already past two in the morning. Su Er was quite sleepy. He forced himself to stay awake and asked carefully, "What's the estimated price?"
The smiling businessman sighed, "It doesn't meet the acquisition conditions."
Sur narrowed his eyes, and half of his sleepiness disappeared. That meant that the statue could not be a normal prop.
He circled around the portrait in confusion, "It turns out to be an evil creature."
The mysterious man didn't care about being almost sold, as long as he could achieve the effect of confusing the audience.
Suer looked at Ji Heng and spread his hands, indicating that he was powerless.
"Find a cage and put it in there," Ji Heng recalled the room's layout. "There's an iron chain under the stuffed eagle as a decoration. I'll take it off and tie it around its neck. Then I'll put a few talismans on it. It shouldn't be able to escape."
The more the smiling businessman listened, the weirder his expression became. What's the difference between this and tying up a dog?
The corners of the statue's mouth had turned from upward to downward, and a dark, insane aura lingered around it. The smiling businessman couldn't bear to watch this, so he pretended to pat the statue on the head and said, "Don't bother. I'll take care of it for you."
Suer looked at him suspiciously. So kind?
The smiling businessman said seriously, "It's just for convenience. It won't affect the overall situation."
Sur touched his chin. "So the statue isn't a prop, nor is it related to the dungeon. Its existence is probably just to mislead players."
"…"
Coming to the conclusion, he yawned again, waved his hand and said to Ji Heng: "It's okay, go to bed."
They went upstairs one after another. This time, Suer didn't even close the bedroom door. He rolled up the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
The smiling businessman stood there for a while, shook his head, and looked at the stone sculpture speechlessly: "Why bother."
After he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.
Knock knock.
Boom boom boom.
When the sky was just beginning to turn pale, Su Er was awakened by the noise. He looked up and saw that Ji Heng had woken up without him noticing and was staring out the window.
The eagle flapped its wings against the window, but the force was not strong, which was much better than when it smashed the cable car glass yesterday.
Su Er pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and found that some of the knocking sounds came from downstairs. He quickly put on his shoes and put on a coat and went downstairs.
"Good morning." Through the heavy door, the person outside seemed to know someone was coming and giggled a few times: "Do you need any special services?"
Su Er gently pressed and rubbed his eyebrows to relieve the pain caused by too little sleep. Just as he was about to refuse, a voice came from behind him.
"Tell her she needs it."
Suer turned around and saw that Ji Heng must have just washed his face. There were still water droplets on his hair and he exuded a cool aura.
"But we have no money, and it's illegal."
Ji Heng: "If there is no payment, there is no monetary transaction, and the nature of the matter naturally changes."
Su Er's eyes moved: "That makes sense."
The voices of both parties continued to discuss without any restraint. Zhu Mei had excellent hearing, and her voice was no longer as sweet as before: "Open the door."
Ji Heng nodded, and Suer calmly pressed the door handle.
Zhu Mei was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, holding a tray with a white cloth covering the contents. After entering the room, she took the initiative to open it, revealing several silver needles and pigments.
"This is..."
"Tattoo tools."
Su Er frowned: "Your technology is too backward."
Modern people already have tattoo machines.
"...But, because it's ancient, it seems unique." Su Er looked up and thought for a moment, then said with a bright smile, "This should also be considered a kind of ancient inheritance."
A smile appeared on her face, which was a little ugly a minute ago. When talking about her area of expertise, Zhu Mei couldn't help but say a few more words.
The statue placed in the corner watched this scene coldly, and secretly spitted. First, it deliberately created the image of someone who spoke without thinking, and then euphemistically praised the other party to a high level, instantly capturing his favor.
Shameless routine.
Zhu Mei: "What do you want to get a tattoo?"
Suer thought for a moment and said, "Eagle."
Zhu Mei looked at Ji Heng, who said calmly, "Same."
Pulling up a chair and sitting down, Su Er took the initiative to roll up his sleeves, revealing a section of his arm. He had a cold white skin, and the skin was much more delicate than that of ordinary people. Zhu Mei looked at him with envy and jealousy. When the silver needle pierced his skin, Su Er's expression hardly changed.
It wasn't that he was forcing himself to bear it. After his loyal servant who guarded the tomb used vines to drill into his internal organs and take out the mysterious eye, his ability to withstand pain improved a lot.
Under normal circumstances, the tattooed pattern should be a blue eagle, but Zhu Mei's work is quite vivid, with transitions between each color. After the tattoo is completed, a layer of white gauze is applied and some medicine is sprayed on it.
A piercing coldness instantly penetrated the body.
While Suer shuddered, Zhu Mei lifted the gauze and the previous blood scab disappeared, leaving only a lifelike eagle.
Ji Heng handed him a piece of paper. Su Er wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes fixed on the tattoo for a long time. He was sure he was not mistaken. As Zhu Mei removed the gauze, Eagle's eyes moved.
Afterwards, Ji Heng got a tattoo of an eagle in the same spot. Before leaving, Zhu Mei winked at Su Er and said, "Breakfast is served at 8:30. Turn left at the intersection and you'll find the dining area."
"Fortunately, I can recover as before after leaving the dungeon," Su Er said with some disdain, "otherwise I wouldn't even be able to enter the school gate."
Ji Heng was impressed by his persistence. The first thing he considered at this time was the school rules.
Soul rubbed the tattoo lightly with his finger, and felt a sharp pain at his fingertips, and blood oozed out: "Alive?"
It felt like an eagle pecked me just now.
Ji Heng helped him put down his sleeves and said helplessly: "That's not how you use curiosity."
From last night till now, he first argued with the statue, and then reached out to touch the tattoo even though he knew there was something wrong with it. His approach was too wild.
Su Er knew he was in the wrong, so he smiled and quickly changed the subject: "It's almost time, let's go have breakfast first."
It was a very cold morning in the mountains. After taking a few deep breaths of air, Suer's muscles tensed up from the cold, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace. As the tip of his nose turned slightly red from the cold, a distinctive red house appeared in front of him. A wooden sign on the door read "Farmhouse Restaurant."
At this moment, his words were filled with chills. Su Er walked in and shook his head: "Where can we find a farmhouse in this deep forest?"
All the tables are round, suitable for gatherings, and there are three windows for serving food, which makes people feel familiar, as if they are back in the school cafeteria.
Su Er went to window number one first to confirm that it was steak, then went to the other two windows. Window number two was filled with juicy roasted whole lamb. The chef gestured with a knife, "Would you like a piece?"
Without answering immediately, Sur looked at number three again. It was a normal dessert, soft and glutinous snow meringue.
None of these three foods is suitable for breakfast.
Ji Heng stood behind him with a tray in his hand, not urging him.
Sur used the mysterious eyes to see that the steak had turned into half-cooked human bones, and the chef kept pouring sauce on it. The roasted whole lamb was basically a charcoal-roasted living person, and the outer layer of the snow merlin was just a thin layer of skin. As for what kind of animal's skin it was, one could guess it by referring to the first two foods.
Su Er turned around and shook his head at Ji Heng, whispering a few words.
A voice suddenly interrupted.
"If you don't eat, you'll starve to death."
There was no need to look back, the reflection on the glass showed a slender figure, and it was easy to guess who it was.
Just as Suer was wondering why Zhu Mei was so lingering, she was already standing in front of window number three and ordered a bowl of Snow Meringue.
That sentence just now didn't seem to be a casual remark. Su Er: "Do you need to eat something?"
Zhu Mei smiled but said nothing.
Sur walked towards the roasted whole lamb window and coughed lightly.
The chef smiled, his gums showing. "Which cut of meat would you like? I recommend the leg; it's incredibly flavorful."
"Okay." While nodding, Soul suddenly pointed at a place curiously: "What is that?"
The chef didn't see anything and craned his neck to see. As soon as he got close, Soul immediately pressed the electric shock device hidden in his sleeve. The chef shuddered all over, paralyzed, and was pulled out of the narrow window by his hair.
The sharp knife flashed, blood splattered everywhere, and Ji Heng used the dagger that could cut through iron like mud to chop off the chef's head steadily and accurately.
The series of operations happened too quickly. When Ji Heng appeared at window number one with the chef's head in his hand, the chef inside didn't react at all and subconsciously took a step back.
"Please make it salt and pepper flavor, and put more Sichuan peppercorns in it."
After saying that, he put his head into the window with an expressionless face.
The chef at window number one stared at the blood-soaked head, his throat moving but not moving. The female chef at window number three, on the other hand, was more understanding. She forced a smile and handed over two mango salads: "Eat some fruit to cool down."
Sur checked it with his mysterious eyes and confirmed that it was just an ordinary dessert.
"It would have been nice if we had done this earlier." Su Er picked up the mango salad and said, "Harmony is the most important thing, and people are the most important. This is the correct value."
The female chef silently glanced at the head of the second chef.
"He is not a human being and does not meet this condition."
There is no need for false friendship when dealing with ghosts.
Zhu Mei was sitting at the round table in the middle, and she looked a little ugly when she saw the chef being killed. However, she soon recovered and bit down on the snow merino. What flowed out from the middle was not cream, but some strange fat.
Suer chose a table near the side and said before eating, "The situation is a bit serious. The host didn't show up, and we still don't know what the mission is."
Fortunately, we didn't encounter any difficult ghosts on the first night.
Ji Heng: "Maliciously not releasing a mission is dereliction of duty. The host will not make a low-level mistake to deal with players."
Su Er pondered: "So this mission itself is issued midway?"
Ji Heng nodded. "Some dungeons are purely survival battles, with fierce ghosts that are difficult to deal with. It's a feat for players to survive for a few days. The dungeon will give a low-level difficulty task at the end... Of course, this is just one possibility."
As they were talking, Zhou Que and Ye Xiaocen also arrived.
The bloodstains on the window have been wiped clean, and a sign saying "Suspended Business" has been placed at window number two.
After looking at the food in the window, Ye Xiaocen kept an eye on Ji Heng and asked concisely, "How can I get mango salad?"
The chef ignored him. Ye Xiaocen saw a few drops of blood beside the roasted whole lamb, and after comparing it to the bloodstains on Ji Heng's sleeve, he guessed what had just happened. His tone was somewhat meaningful: "Do I have to kill a chef to get a proper breakfast?"
The female chef at window number three licked the corner of her mouth and said, "You can try it."
Zhou Que has extraordinary confidence in Ye Xiaocen. Since Suer and Ji Heng can deal with it, he must be able to do it too.
"If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you! Captain, let's get started."
Ye Xiaocen had deeper thoughts and did not take any immediate action.
Suer on the other side also felt strange. Ye Xiaocen's fighting power was very high, ranking among the top three among the players he had seen. It would be no problem for him to deal with a mere chef.
But the female chef's viciousness didn't seem to be fake, and she was no longer trying to please him.
Su Er raised an eyebrow: "What's going on?"
Ji Heng was silent for a moment, his eyes slightly changed as he thought of something, and he slowly said, "Electric shock device."
Suer reviewed the entire operation and wondered, "The chef is afraid of the electric shock device?"
Without answering, Ji Heng knocked on the table: "If that's the case, then it's troublesome."
After a pause, he raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Tools can only make ghosts afraid. What really frightens them is a stronger kind."
Su Er couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling: "This situation has never happened before."
Ji Heng sneered, "Are you afraid of hibernating snakes?"
Su Er pursed his lips and shook his head. Far from being afraid, he could easily decide the other person's life or death.
"What if the snake wakes up?"
Hearing this, Sur tightened his grip on the fork slightly, thinking about this possibility. The place where the defibrillator was placed in his pocket seemed to be getting hot, making him feel a little uneasy for a moment.